It was a sweet serenade. Death filled the air and I was the last man. Undead ran rampant while I stood armed to the teeth. Many say this experience drove me mad. They could be right, actually they are. The end of the world does things to a man. It makes them experience tree freedom, the ability to kill all around him at a seconds notice. Chopping limbs off, gorging out eyes and ripping out hearts all becomes second nature. With all this blood and gore, my life will forever remain twisted.